The VoiceA Story by Woodylosing your voice can be embarrassing in more than one wayDemi’s arm snaked out
fom under the duvet and her hand groped blindly for the offending thing on the
bedside table, trying to silence it. She finally located it, snatched it and
stabbed the snooze button before it woke her husband up.. “Aaaargh!” groaned Bruce,
beside her. Too late! Bruce turned to his wife
and yawned, revealing two beautiful tonsils. He smiled sheepishly at her. “Good morning,
Beautiful,” he said groggily. Demi smiled back and
said: “?????????” No sound came out of her
pretty mouth. She mouthed ‘good morning’ but nothing came out. Fear showed on
her lovely face and she tried again. Still nothing. Bruce was clearly amused. “What’s up, Gorgeous?
Cat got your tongue?” “Miaw,” went Tabby, at
the foot of the bed, which, if you’re not versed in cat speak, means: I have
nothing to do with it. “You know, you look like
Nemo with the sound muted.” Demi swallowed, wet her
lips, cleared her throat and tried again. “S**t!” she managed to
whisper. “Honey, I’m not
surprised you’re voiceless, today. Not after last night’s karaoke. You
should’ve picked an easier song than Whitney Huston’s ‘I’ll always love you.” “Fery funny,” hissed
Demi. “Tell you what, I’ll mix
you some warm honey and a squeeze of lemon. It should do the trick. Go and take your shower." Demi's shoulders slumped. She sighed and trudged
towards the bathroom, looking dejected. Bruce went to the kitchen, singing “I’ll always looooooove
youuuu.” ********
Demi held the glass with
both hands and scrunched her face. “Come on,” said Bruce,
“you’re being childish.” Demi took a tentative
sip and grimaced. “Go on, Demi, more.” She gulped down the
content of the glass and shuddered. “There’s a good girl,”
cheered Bruce, “now off you go or you’ll be late for work.” “Work?” hissed Demi,
“you think I…” She tried to clear her throat and continued: “I’m showing a house to
a customer. I’ll neet to explain thinks. I wish I knew sign lankuage. No, I’ll
ask Petty to cofer for me then I’ll ko to the trukstore to ket somethink for
this tamn nuisance. One think is sure. No more karaoke.” ********* Demi rang the bell and
thought: “I hope Doug’s not home. I couldn’t stand his leering and his
innuendos. Not this morning.” In her head, the words were perfect. Doug, her friend’s
husband, never tried to hide his attraction to her. He never missed an opportunity
to come on to her. Ok, she felt flattered but, still… The door was opened by
Doug. He beamed when he saw who was on the stoop. “Why, hello, Angel
face!” he greeted her, lust in his eyes. “Is
Petty home?” she whispered. Doug cast a furtive
glance over her shoulder and whispered back: © 2016 WoodyAuthor's Note
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Added on November 26, 2015Last Updated on March 25, 2016 Tags: voiceless, karaoke, misunderstanding AuthorWoodyMateur, Bizerte, TunisiaAboutok, time for an update I think. my old friends have come to know me pretty well, I trust so this is for the new comers. I'm a Tunisian 60-year-old teacher-cum-translator, book worm who enjoys writing.. more..Writing
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